Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The village is more dilapidated than imagined.

I used to hide behind the heavy rain, which made people look unreal. Now I approached and lifted the veil. I realized that the village was either a broken roof or a slumped wall. The wood rotted and gave birth to fungi, and the walls were washed by rain. Then dripped muddy water.

"what……"

There was a half-exclaim, Li Changan looked back, Feifei stood there with a stern face, under his feet, a dry bone was pillowed in the muddy water, and only one arm flew far away.

Li Changan didn't say a word, he walked over to pick up his arm, put it back in his bones, and turned his head to continue walking into the village.

Deeper in the village, many coffins suddenly appeared, and these coffins were as broken and rotten as the village. It's okay under the half-collapsed roof. Those exposed to the wind and rain are covered with moss and weeds, and some black and shriveled hands and feet stick out from the dark blue.

Feifei's face was a little stiff.

"Why, afraid?"

"Afraid? Just a few dead people." Feifei defended his neck with a stiff neck. "The battle of Dinghaichuan in the fifth year of Tianzheng and the extermination of Hezhou Bailian Road in the sixth year of Tianzheng. I have all gone to see it!"

In the end, maybe it is not convincing enough.

"I have seen more dead people than you have seen alive!"

Is it? Then you must have never seen the Spring Festival.

Besides, how can the living people be afraid of the dead body? What they are afraid of is what is outside the body.

Li Changan didn't argue with him, but went to find a place separately.

Soon after.

"Taoist! Taoist!"

Li Changan followed the sound.

"I found it."

Feifei excitedly pointed to a large house that seemed intact and yelled. Li Changan looked carefully and found that the house was a blue-tiled house made of stone. The thick door was closed tightly, and the roof and walls were intact. It was abruptly eye-catching among the ruins.

Ah! This Feifei really has a talent for being a thief, as soon as he made a move, he found the righteous master.

At this point in time, Feifei had already tied the horse and couldn't wait to push the door in.

Seeing this, the expression on Li Changan's face became more playful. He led the big green donkey to the lion crest and patted the donkey's head.

"Be smart."

"Ah uh!"

Maybe it's the first time to run away from home and see everything is fresh. This Feifei looked to the left and west in the room, and couldn't stop for a moment, but in fact there was nothing special in this room.

This room is the ancestral hall of the village. The upper stage is full of spiritual positions. On both sides are lamp stands. The lamp oil on the lamp stands has dried up, leaving only some brown stains. There is a hole on the roof near the gate, which was previously blocked by a high wall, and neither of them found it.

The only weird thing is that there is a big stone pedestal in the middle of the house, which is placed alone in the empty hall, like this ancestral hall, so eye-catching and weird.

Feifei turned around for a while with interest, only to remember that it was not early, and the bed should be prepared. It happened that the stone platform was flat and the length and width were suitable, and it happened to be used as a bed.

He was about to go out excitedly, went to take off his pillow from the horseback package, and suddenly turned his head and said to Li Changan.

"That table is mine."

Li Changan blinked a few times and said with a smile:

"Please."

………………

"Fei Fei."

"Fei Fei."

He opened his eyes quickly.

A big green face was in front of him.

He shivered, and Fang was about to open his mouth to scream, but his mouth was blocked. Just as he pressed his hand on the hilt, he was also squeezed.

Feifei's heart was cold, but his personality was as fierce as fire. He couldn't use a sword. He put his chin away and exposed his forehead to hit him.

"Look clearly, it's me!"

The green face whispered, and the voice was very familiar. Feifei hurriedly stopped his movements, and looked at it, it turned out to be Li Changan.

He stared at Li Changan for a while, his lips trembled suddenly, and he said:

"You... why did you die suddenly!"

"You're just dead!" Even Li Changan, at this moment, it is inevitable to be a little bit dumbfounded. He put his finger in front of his lips, made a silent gesture, and pointed around.

Feifei took a look, only to find that the faint green lights were lit on the lamp stands, and the green light was pulsating, reflecting the room like a ghost. It turned out that Li Chang'an had a green face, not because he died and turned into a ghost, but because of the green light.

His flustered mind calmed down a little, but he vaguely remembered the weird legends in the memories of the old people. He inadvertently raised his head, and a round of yellowish and **** moon was embedded in the hole in the roof, as if...like a monster. eye.

He shuddered.

"Here...something's wrong here!"

He suddenly thought of Li Chang'an's previous smile, and the rumors of killing demons and killing demons.

"He must know something."

Feifei returned to his senses, grabbed his sword, and turned around to go down to the Taoist Seeker, only to find that Li Changan was at the gate and waved at him.

He tiptoed over.

"you……"

"Shhh."

Li Changan motioned him not to speak, and then pointed at the gap in the door.

Following Li Changan's instructions, Feifei looked towards the crack of the door.

At this time, the showers stopped and the sky should have been clear, but for some reason there was a mist in the village. The turbid light spilled from the dimly yellow moon, and it was faintly illuminated in the fog, as if a large group of people were in the shadows. Walk slowly towards the ancestral hall.

"Who are they?"

Feifei turned his head and asked Li Chang'an softly, but also faintly felt that there was something wrong with what he had said.

Li Changan didn't answer, but pointed to the side outside the crack of the door.

Feifei looked over again according to his point of view. There was a completely collapsed house, with a tattered coffin lying in the ruins.

Sudden.

The coffin shook slightly, and the lid slipped slowly. A shriveled corpse, with its mouth open, seemed to groan silently. It stood up from the coffin, then staggered and moved into the crowd in the fog.

"This this……"

Feifei's heart has already mentioned her throat.

"Here..."

There was a slight rubbing sound in the room, and Feifei only felt that her heart had jumped out and could never come back.

He slowly turned his head.

There was a crack in the stone platform in the room.

………………………………

The thick gate of the ancestral hall was slowly pushed open, and the mist poured in with a large group of people.

The green fire on the lampstand was incandescent.

The fog dissipated, and the figure revealed its true face.

What kind of person is this! Withered hair like messy grass, shriveled torso, and rotten clothing, it is clear that they are the dead people who have just crawled out of the coffin!

This group of dead people stood upright in the hall, separated into a standing order like living people, and then all fell to the ground and bowed before the stone platform.

In the dead man's head kowtow, the stone platform suddenly vibrated, and the "table" of the stone platform slowly moved away amidst the sound of "Katz" friction.

At the same time, there was a little inaudible movement on the beam above the stone platform.

It turned out that Li Changan and Feifei were hiding on the beam. Seeing that the "stone platform" was opened, they were afraid of some monsters coming out of it, so they looked upright and carefully changed their positions.

Fortunately, Shitai's movement was not small, which blocked Li Changan and the others' small voices.

The "stone platform" slowly opened, and a dead person jumped out of it. It's just that the dead man seemed to be more plump than the creeping ones, the hair still had a little luster, and the flesh, bones, and flesh still retained the color of a living person.

Li Changan's face was heavy, which showed that this corpse demon had a way of doing things.

Feifei's face was even more bitter, and the stone platform was actually a coffin, and he actually slept on a dead body for most of the night!

He gave Li Chang'an a vicious look. This Taoist priest must have known it, but he didn't remind him.

And under the beams of the room there has been a change.

After the corpse demon came out of the sarcophagus, he closed the coffin again. It stood behind the sarcophagus, and as soon as it raised its hand, the dead people underneath stood up together, and waved again, several dead people walked out.

After a while.

"Yu Yu."

There was a scream of horses outside the door, and several dead men carried a horse back to the ancestral hall.

Feifei was surprised at first, and soon heaved a sigh of relief.

It was not his lion crow that carried in, but a pony.

The pony was struggling all the way, but was firmly grasped by a few dead men and couldn't move. The dead placed it on the stone platform in front of the corpse demon, and then retreated. The pony is not struggling at this moment, just "Hu Yuyu" screaming, with water glowing in his eyes.

The corpse demon stretched out its skinny claws, stroked it on the pony's neck, slowly leaned down, and bit it.

In the sucking sound.

The pony trembled constantly, and the body of the corpse demon was visibly rejuvenated.

He lifted it up and turned into an old man who had lived too long.

The corpse demon took a step back, as if giving an order, a group of corpses rushed forward!

Less than a stick of incense time.

Only a shriveled horse carcass was left on the stone platform.

The corpse demon took a step forward, and the dead people threw the horse corpse aside and returned to their original position to stand. The corpse demon waved again.

Li Changan's pupils shrank slightly, pressing the hilt of the sword.

This time, what was brought in... was a living person!